Some dreams are only echoes of the day, the mind releasing its burdens. But now and then, a dream arrives with a different fragrance—clear, luminous, and quietly instructive. Tibetan teacher Namkhai Norbu called these wisdom dreams.
Across traditions, people have spoken of dreams as a place where the veil grows thin: Jacob dreaming of angels ascending and descending, the Buddha receiving signs beneath the stars, mystics and poets waking with verses on their lips. Whether one calls it the Holy Spirit, pristine mind, or the still small voice, wisdom dreams remind us that the Divine speaks in many tongues, including the language of sleep.
In this space, I will gather such dreams as they come. They are not explanations, but blessings—reminders of innocence, renewal, and the beauty that is always near. For those of us living with illness and limitation, these rare visitations are nourishment, like sunlight stored in the heart.
Wisdom Dream — September 5, 2025
Dream Narrative:
I was among a group of people, and a young girl was awakening to God—not through doctrine, but through her own direct experience of pristine mind. I felt called to support her in understanding what she was encountering. Later, a young boy appeared with a similar experience. I spoke with him and with his father, who at first was concerned, but came to understanding. I tried to connect the father with the girl so the children might share with one another.
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 18:3 (NIV)
As the day waned, the father turned my attention to the sunset, encouraging me to see its beauty. We were heading toward a hotel, a place of rest, as the sun lowered into gold.
Feeling on Waking:
Unlike yesterday’s dream of anger and grief, this dream carried lightness, excitement, and joy. It felt rare and precious, a visitation of the wisdom dream rather than the karmic. I awoke with a sense of renewal, as though something had been affirmed deep within.
Reflection:
The children embody innocence and directness, showing a way of knowing God beyond belief systems. My role was not to teach, but to encourage. The father represents care and responsibility, learning to trust what he does not yet understand. His pointing to the sunset was a transmission of beauty: the Divine is always before us if we look.
Living with ME/CFS:
So often my nights bring restlessness or dreams weighted with fatigue, anger, or sorrow. To receive a dream of joy is no small thing. With ME/CFS, the waking world can feel heavy, each day a lesson in endurance and pacing. This dream felt like a gift that reached across the veil of illness—reminding me that the wellspring of wisdom and beauty is still alive in me, even when my body is weary. It nourishes me for the time being, like sunlight stored in the heart.
Poetic Distillation:
Two children touched the sky within,
untouched by creed or claim;
I walked beside their quiet flame,
and found my heart the same.
Further Reading:
For those interested in exploring the teachings that inspired this reflection, Orgyen Chowang’s Our Pristine Mind provides a gentle introduction to the concept of Pristine Mind—the pure, luminous awareness that lies beneath ordinary thought and emotion. Namkhai Norbu’s Dream Yoga offers guidance on using dreams as a path to recognize this awareness, cultivating insight and clarity while asleep. Together, these works illuminate how wisdom can arise in everyday life and in dreams, offering tools to recognize the Divine beyond dogma.
For more information, you can find these books here: Our Pristine Mind and Dream Yoga.
“And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.” — Joel 2:28 (NIV)
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